DADA IS AS DADA DOES

the birds sing slender ecstasy
listen to the moonlight through the trees
Claude Debussy playing just for me
playing clear as clear can be

key to the fountain open up
clean white milk in the cup
tall fantasic masquerade
victory just a charade

dada is as dada does
is what is and was what was
love what lives and live what loves
simple as the sky above

the dream of happiness a lie
the marble statue seems to cry
is that a teardrop in its eye?
dance for me in symmetry

such a beautiful disguise
I thought love would make me wise
a damsel with a dulcimer
you know I almost believed her

dada is as dada does
fit the hand inside the glove
perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub
to be or not to be my love